After the last forest fire it showed through, tucked back into the hills, a remnant of a time gone by.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On August 18, 2018
Posted by Paul M. Garger On February 8, 2018
It gets cold on the high plains. And it seems that nothing stirs, only the wind.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On October 17, 2017
Near to the mountains there is a valley. It is broad across through the foothills. And lazily through it the muddy river winds its way.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On May 6, 2017
The springtime songs of birds fill the air. And there is a muffled rush of the waters as the Powder River flows northward toward Montana and the Yellowstone River.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On May 4, 2016
A simple commandment of field work is to always leave gates as you find them. And to some a wide open gate is the same as a sign stating “Welcome Friends – Hunt & Fish.”